Dear Nicotine
dear nicotine
your teeth are never far
and your bite
is the carriage and car
the vehicle on which
I transport
afar
a stressful moment
yet the flood of carcinogen
is futile
and leads to tarring
of pure
where once breahtes oxygen
where once I count to ten
to subside
I now turn to you
drawing on your butt
never a pretty site
filter tip
may hold the romance
of Deitricht
where capstan
preached
to a conscript
pushing the brand
here holds the hand
of a slender
cigarette
you flood me
dear nicotine mug, me
dear nicotine tug at me
twitch
dear nicotine, tried to ditch
saw you explode in sparks
tossed half smoked
to pavement
exhaled in a cloud
the last one
never
too potent a desire
to clingy an ember glow
too easy rock n roll
roadshow cigarette
glam pout suck it
phallic almost
sexual
association
something between lips
Chris Dawson
Mon 23rd Feb 2009 11:02
Very good. Still miss my gauloise bleu!
Cx